For as long as I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve been meaning to share this recipe.
I even found a draft—dated October 22, 2012—that begins: “Almost as soon as the clock strikes ‘autumn’ in my neck of the woods, I drag out my biggest soup pot and make a huge batch of Indian lentil stew, or ‘Dahl’.”
Three autumns later, I am finally getting around to sharing it. Continue Reading →
The Bean starts junior kindergarten next month (gasp!) and while I should be focused on the important things (you know, reading, writing, teaching her to tie her shoes), I’m mostly just thinking about lunch.
Yes, come September 8 the Bean will be a kindergartener, and I will be a lunch-packer. Continue Reading →
This post was approved by Kiwi. I wouldn’t dare share an Indian recipe without his buy-in.
When I first mentioned “butter chicken,” he hesitated. And at “sliders,” he raised his eyebrows, as if to say—“could you be any whiter, my love?”
But who can resist a pile of slow-cooked shredded chicken piled high on a soft slider bun? Not Kiwi, certainly. And once he got over the whiteness of it all, he was on board and full of ideas: “oh, it would be great with a little mango chutney and some sliced red onions….oh and cilantro…definitely cilantro”. Continue Reading →
I’ve recently re-discovered the early morning run.
It’s something I did regularly—every day, even—before the kids came along. Before interrupted sleep, breakfast-making and all those pesky child-rearing responsibilities made it nearly impossible to sneak out the door for a 6 a.m. sweat session.
Don’t get me wrong; I do love the early morning cuddles and slobbery kisses, and the bright eyes staring into my bleary ones. I’ve been warned not to wish these years away, and so I relish them while I drink my cappuccino and secretly dream about the day my kids can pour themselves a bowl of cereal and turn on the cartoons.
But I’ve missed the running—that morning dose of endorphins that lifted my mood and kick-started my day. Continue Reading →
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